My really real birthday (IV)

I don’t want to go too far into detail because without having been there it would be as boring as bat shit. suffice it to say that novice boy took off, banked right, flew five minutes, banked right again, landed, took of again, banked right, flew five minutes again, landed again, took off again, banked right again and flew another couple of minutes…….we were just doing circles with noddy and big ears at the wheel. We were jumping up and down, to-ing and fro-ing, being blasted by the wind. It’s already as boring as bat shit to tell, but believe you me this was no normal flight. After the third take off, I could hear over the headphones “take it to 3000,,,,,,,,,,,,,now to 4000,,,,,,,now bank……..” it was at this point I started telling parky that “ I want them to land this fucking plane right now, and if we go round in one more fucking circle I’m not sure what I will do”. She conveyed my message to the captain who immediately took the wheel and banked about and later landed the plane. Mind you, the whole time that he was flying the ride was smother, the aircraft was stable and we had both regained our composure. By the time we realized this change in flying conditions though, we were so happy to be on the ground that the idea of saying “you take us for our flight” never occurred to us. Be very bloody sure it never occurred to me.I know this sounds like a chicken shit story, but it was really bumpy. I mean really bumpy. Not like “a blast of wind blowing at your car as you drive over a bridge” bumpy, more like “when you land, your wife informs the captain that he is the lowest form of fuckwit, and he offers you a full refund” bumpy, That kind of bumpy. Oh, yes sireeee Bob! That kinda bumpy.